Soul wants out

[Chorus]
It's painful, the soul wants out
And I can't see a seed of doubt
You're not listening or hearing what she said
And I would rather have this talk in bed
How does anyone compete 'cause you see me underneath
Can you man-up and send an SMS?

[Verse]
Checkin' out of Avian, my mind went south
I moved back home with my brothers on the couch
Man, it felt pretty good to have another one understand where you're coming from, no lies
And even if I did wanna see if it would work, it just wouldn't involve
The feeling it requires, rooted in desire
And you don't havе a cause
For wasting your time, when you'rе doing fine on your own

[Outro]
I'm out here with my pilgrims
I'm out here with my pilgrims
We sippin' on that—
You know what—
I know that—, I know that—, in a century
You can ask about me, give 'em a century
Pilgrims
I know that—, in a century
You can ask about me, give 'em a century
Pilgrims
You know what—
I know that—, I know that—, in a century
You can ask about me, give 'em a century
Pilgrims
Your bitch bounce on my dick like a trampoline
You know what—
I know that—, I know that—, in a century